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A Lover was that a time for Courtship? Such Actions, Madam, will reflect on you. What have you there, Isillia? Ha a Sword and Hat Erminia, whose be these? Er. Why do you ask Alcip. To be inform'd, is that so great a wonder? Er. They be my Father's, Sir Alcip. Was that well said, Erminia? speak again. Er. What is't you would know? Alcip. The truth, Erminia, 'twould become you best.
Without on the Stage, Philander with his Sword half drawn, held by Galatea, who looks ever on Alcippus: Erminia still fixing her Eyes on Philander; Pisaro passionately gazing on Galatea: Aminta on Fallatio, and he on her: Alcander, Isillia, Cleontius, in other several postures, with the rest, all remaining without motion, whilst the Musick softly plays; this continues a while till the Curtain falls; and then the Musick plays aloud till the Act begins.
Sir, I've an humble suit t'your Majesty. King. Conclude it granted then. Er. Falatius, Sir, has long made love t' Isillia, And now he'as gain'd her Heart, he slights the Conquest, Yet all the fault he finds is that she's poor. King. Isillia's Beauty can supply that want; Falatius, what d'ye say to't? Fal. Er. Am. He'd use me scurvily then. Alcan. That's according as you behav'd yourself, Aminta.
Is this your way of Courtship to Isillia? Cle. Fal. By Jove, Ladies, you get no more of that from me, 'Tis that has spoiled you all; I find Alcander can Do more with a dumb show, than I with all my Applications and Address. Oli. Why, my Brother can speak. Fal.
Discovers a Room hung with Black, a Hearse standing in it with Tapers round about it, Alcippus weeping at it, with Isillia, and other Women with long black Veils round about the Hearse. Isil. I humbly beg, my Lord, you would forbear. Alcip. Oh Isillia, Thou knowest not what vast Treasure this incloses, This sacred Pile; is there no Sorrow due to it? Alas, I bad her not farewel at parting.
You've too much wit to take ought ill from him: Let's know your quarrel. Fal. By Jove, Labree, I am undone again. Cle. Madam, it was about Fal. Cle. Just nothing Fal. He was a little too familiar with me. Cle. Madam, my Sister Isillia Fal. Cle. Fal. I call my Mistress, Madam. Am. My Cousin Isillia your Mistress! Upon my word, you are a happy Man. Fal.
What mean you by that word? Lab. Fal. Will she do reason, or so? you understand me. Cle. I understand that thou'rt an impudent fellow, Whom I must cudgel into better manners. Fal. Pox on't, who bears up now, Labree? Cle. Beat thee till thou confess thou art an Ass, And on thy knees confess it to Isillia, Who after that shall scorn thee. Lab.
Phi. I never did obey with more regret. Alcip. How now, Erminia? How comes it you are up so late? Er. I found my self not much inclin'd to sleep; I hope 'tis no offence. Why do you look so wildly round about you? Alcip. Methinks, Erminia, you are much confus'd. Er. Alas, you cannot blame me; Isillia tells me you were much inrag'd Against a Lover she was entertaining. Alcip.
Isillia, Erminia's woman, has already admitted Philander to her mistress' chamber, when the lovers are surprised by the arrival of Alcippus on the scene. The prince is concealed, although the meeting had been purely innocent, but he is betrayed owing to the fact of his inadvertently leaving his hat and sword upon a table.
Erminia yet is hardly brought to yield; She wants but some encouragement from you, That may assist her weakness to subdue, And 'twas but faintly she deny'd to see you. Phi. However, I will venture, She can but chide, and that will soon be past: A Lover's Anger is not long to last. Am. Isillia I have won to give you entrance. Phi. Gal. But is Alcippus gone? Alcan. Madam, an hour since. Phi.
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